Magenta is the Word





The Morgue File

by photoholic

sometimes home fades on the lips

minds travel far distances to whisper
about nuanced colors
such as magenta
on days when the sky turns black

not all roads lead to home.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016

Not sure where this cam from as I tend to love home. But maybe I didn't always.

Posted for Poets United Mid-Week

Comments

  1. ah those stormy days of life; with hope and a little faith the storms eventually pass

    much love...

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  2. I love the experience in color...this piece breathes. Inspiring.

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  3. maybe home is that mixture of colors. I have to added color's memories to "Home".

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  4. Yes, I guess we all think of home in colors sometimes. And magenta seems to paint those memories just right.

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  5. This literally left me breathless...!!!

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  6. So true...not all roads do lead home. We have to keep searching, I think, for those that do.

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  7. That's very well written... a little gem of a poem.

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  8. I resonate with this, Audrey....not all roads lead home. Thank heavens there are many roads.

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  9. Wise words - not all roads lead home and sometimes one needs to follow the path to their place of heart.

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  10. magenta is the home in the dark...love the wish for it...& the close gives another dimension to this gem Audrey...

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  11. That is the beauty of letting your mind dictate the writing without reference to your own situation but by being creative in you observation of life and your own interpretation of words.

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  12. Because your photo referenced The Morgue File, I read this as being about someone dying in an accident on the way home. Probably not your intention, but it still seems to me a possible interpretation. It's a haunting, beautiful poem anyway. (And I love magenta!)

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  13. I love everything about this poem, Audrey, especially the nuanced way in which it says so much. I have come back several times now to read and re-read it.

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  14. That opening line is like a treasure caught in the memory at night..i am glad it didn't wriggle away - as all the best thoughts seem to - it feels it took you where it wanted and how wonderfully that turned out

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  15. Very striking. I love "home fades on the lips" - and more!

    Ah, home. And sometimes roads lead to new homes.

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  16. Love the way in which you used the nuances of color to express those nebulous - though oh-so-poignant and evocative - head spaces we find ourselves in ... "such as magenta on days when the sky turns black." Whew! Awesome writing, Audrey!

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